Time Out (Daddies Know Best #5)

Epilogue

Hudson

A year later...

“Man, it never felt better to fail at something.” Wilson grins as he stares at the building that used to be the strip club, closed now that the will conditions have expired.

Soon, the two strip clubs he inherited from his older brother will be refurbished and reopened as independent book stores. There will be books for sale, but each one will also give readers the option to borrow and read books for a small membership fee, and include a quiet area with beanbags, pillows and couches, along with the option to purchase snacks and drinks. Like a private library, slash reading café.

The plan is to expand on that idea, get a little chain going and turn it into a thriving business, and this time I saw the potential for investment. Besides, Fay was so excited by the whole thing she practically begged to be involved, and what my baby wants, she gets.

Wilson never wanted strip clubs anyway, and he felt uncomfortable with how close the girls were in age to his niece. No judgment, but he was getting more and more depressed about it as time went on. He’s helped those of the strippers that wanted something different to get a start in new careers, and those that didn’t have moved on to other clubs.

I changed the name of my business from Clancy’s Carriages to Hudson’s Transportation Services. I’ve expanded from limos to shuttles and tour buses. It’s a legit eight-figure business, and it looks like generational wealth is something I’ll pass down to my kids if I so choose.

Jackson and Chastity are coming to dinner tonight. I’m cooking, of course, because my wife has many talents, but cooking is not one of them. The only thing I’m not allowed to cook inside is Jiffy Pop.

But, I had a special outdoor kitchen built, so my Jiffy Pop addiction is still thriving.

Jackson and Chastity are bringing some other friends as well, so we will have a houseful, but the chaos is fun and I love giving Fay the kind of home and life she missed out on growing up.

Me too, for that matter. My kids will have the mother and father we didn’t. We made that commitment and I got my ring on her finger as soon as I could. I let her plan a nice wedding, which she did. Dog friendly, of course.

A lot can happen in a year. After finishing the renovation after the fire at my place, we added on. An entire area just for the damn dogs. A new primary suite that Fay designed and decorated. I let her have free rein, doing whatever she wanted to the place, and room by room, she’s making it the home she always deserved.

“I just felt her kick!” she squeals, grabbing Wilson’s hand as the nearest and flattening it against her swelling belly.

The involuntary growl from my lips makes both of them turn my way, and Wilson’s no pushover, but he knows when to cut his losses. His hand leaves my wife’s stomach in an instant, and she sheepishly takes my wrist instead, putting my hand against her belly.

“Feel her?”

“I keep telling you, baby, it’s a—” The vibration jolts through me like lightning from heaven, and somehow, I just know I’ve been wrong all along. I remember my mom once saying a baby carried low is a boy, and I guess I just assumed she knew what she was talking about. She might not have been much of a mother, but I’d thought she knew about that. I guess not. “She’s going to be a handful,” I say as tears brim in my eyes. “Just like her mother.”

Fay playfully punches my shoulder, but I instantly wrap her in my arms and kiss her as the tears flow free. Whoever says men don’t cry is a fucking idiot. Real men aren’t afraid of their emotions.

“And… That’s my cue to get out of here.” Wilson coughs uncomfortably as I continue to kiss my wife. “You guys can watch the place for an hour while I run to a meeting at the bank. I’ve got to pick up Kensie at school, too. Some asshole’s been teasing her, and I’m about to go find him and introduce him to the bottom of the swamp behind the school. Shouldn’t be more than half hour.” He looks at his watch, then turns and heads toward his car.

Wilson’s been more uptight of late. Especially in regards to anything involving Kensie. But when I ask, he just grunts and waves me off, so I’m writing it off to the trials of raising a teenage girl.

“Sure thing,” I tell him, but I don’t turn to watch him go. I tap on my phone, then, turn to my wife. “Come on, baby. We don’t have much time.”

The stage lights clunk, throwing harsh light across the small dance floor and making the chrome pole glimmer. The music is some thumping techno bass, just whatever was queued up when I turned the machine on. It thunders through me as I take my seat right up next to the elevated platform as my wife steps out from behind the curtain.

In the past year, she’s become my world. We’ve added two more special needs black Labs to our growing doggy family, playmates for Cyclops and Dumdum.

Black Labs are sweet, but man, they are not the brain trust, that’s for sure. But they are so fucking sweet. I’m not sure who loves the dogs more, me or Fay.

But, yeah, my wife does love her dogs. Seeing her with them sometimes sparks that jealous streak I have when it comes to her, but I’ve worked it out in other ways. Ways she wasn’t too sure about at first, but turns out, my sweet, chubby princess has a dirty fucking mind.

She’s a ten out of ten in every category.

My wife has started working at the shelter, with me watching her every moment, but I haven’t forgotten where it all started. Neither has she, and before this old strip-club becomes a family-friendly haven for introverts all over the city, we thought we might just give it a last send off.

No Harley Quinn this time, just one of my shirts and nothing else. That look is so sexy. I like touching her, and when I’m not, I like my things touching her. Or dripping out of her.

I feel my dick swell the instant I see her, and I don’t think there will ever be a time that doesn’t happen. Fay is everything. So perfect. And seeing her like this, her belly round with our child, couldn’t be sexier.

She takes hold of the pole, leaning away from it and swaying with the music, tossing her head back to let her milk chocolate color hair flow over her shoulders and down her back. No acrobatics today—we’re not going to take any risks with the little one—but Fay and I have been dancing every chance we get, and where once she might have worried about being uncoordinated she’s now nothing but perfection.

Her gaze meets mine, her eyes sultry and provocative. She doesn’t say a word, but swings against the pole and thrusts her hip.

“Work it, babygirl,” I murmur in a throaty growl, my mouth dry with need. I spread my legs and lower my zipper as she shyly unbuttons the shirt, nipping at her bottom lip, strutting away from me, then turning around, flashing me those epic fucking tits and my heart nearly stops.

Like it does every time.

They’re swollen now, with dark veins starting to be more visible under the skin, and I can’t wait for them to be full of sweet milk.

She grabs the pole with one hand, swings in time with the music, and reaches down, caressing her belly, sliding her fingers down between her legs, and I can’t hold back. I pull my cock from my boxers and give it a hard jerk, enjoying the way her eyes light up at the sight of me. We lock eyes as we both start to fuck our own hands, separated by a few feet but making love in every way that counts.

When she drops onto all fours and crawls to the edge of the stage, her heavy tits hanging down and swaying, her lush curves on full display, I nearly nut. She keeps coming, finally laying down and licking her lips, and it’s like time stops.

She’s the center of the universe for me. My little girl and my wife.

“How am I doing, Daddy?” she simpers, popping her mouth, and I know this isn’t enough. Not that anything will ever be enough with her, but right now, I need to feel my dick inside my wife’s warm, loving hole.

“Stay right there, like that,” I tell her. “Daddy’s going to show his little girl just how good she is. Get on your knees baby, I know what you like.”

“You are one handsome Great Dane,” she says, assuming the position on a sexy wink, giving me the go ahead for our fucked-up little fantasy.

She’s ass up and head down, wagging her butt as I drop my pants and unbutton my shirt, and get into position to mount her from behind.

“A big dog with a big, fat swollen knot, all for you, little girl.” I guide my throbbing rod to her slick opening. “You ready to get fucked by a dog? Is that what you want?”

She whimpers, pushing her hips back. Nothing is off limits with our fantasy talk. This little scenario is rare, but every once in a while, I like to get down deep into the depravity with her. It fucking makes her gush.

“You’ll do anything for Daddy, remember?” I groan, her wet head surrounding me, making my nuts draw up.

She nods as I feed her the first inch, her mouth opening in a silent moan. “Yes, anything.”

“Good girl. Just remember, it’s our secret. Now, guide that dick inside, baby, show me how much you want it. Feel that fur on your ass.” I reach up, running my nails down her back. “Those claws digging in, holding you in place…”

“Oh, God, Daddy.” She’s gushing around me already as her shaking hand reaches under, fingers curling around my shaft and pushing it inside her welcoming body. “It’s so good.”

“It’s going to get better.” The words are low and heady. “Get ready, this dog’s gonna pump, pump, pump inside you.” I buck my hips, fast, faster, faster, until our flesh is slapping together, and I’m driving the air from her lungs in short, panicked bursts.

The fantasy takes hold, and it’s so wrong but so right, because she’s sobbing out a blinding, writhing orgasm within seconds as I cover her back with my chest, my hips churning, churning, hands gathering those big, mother earth tits into my squeezing fingers, loving every sick second. Every glorious inch of my ample, supple, big, beautiful, sexy wife.

I push her to another orgasm before I let my own take me.

We are panting and sweat-covered when we come down, and I gather her from her knees and onto my lap as the alarm on my phone goes off on the table.

“Fuck. I’m glad I set that alarm. I knew you’d get me hard and I’d lose track of time.”

I hurry her into the back, grabbing my pants on the way, just as light from outside the front door starts streaming through the dark space and Wilson’s voice fills the club.

“I’m giving you the ten-second warning. I know you two are in here, and you’re probably doing something I don’t want to see…or let Kensie see, so I’m gonna count to ten, then I’m coming in. One, two, three—”

She’s still got my dick on a string, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I love my wife. All her curves. I love how she beats me at Minecraft and Mario Kart every time. I love how she can’t cook, and God, how I love how she sucks my cock.

Not the life I thought I wanted, but what the fuck do I know?

I’m just a guy who saw a girl, and never looked back.

When you know, you know.

And, fuck yeah, I know.